They Call Him Beast
He was everything those wicked rumours whispered him to be. Deadly, cruel and beastly, so far removed from humanity that he terrified anyone stupid enough to get too close.
It seemed I was the stupidest one of them all.
A naive, little lamb entranced by the majestic, killer lion. Impossibly drawn to him, unable to find the will to escape his clutches, no matter how dangerous I knew it was.
Because although he frightened me, threatened to kill me with every breath, there was a cruel twist of fate that I could not deny. His blackened, hidden heart was mine and me, well, I was his.